For those of you that sat here for two and a half decades watching garbage, embarrassing,

crappy basketball, I humbly say to you, congratulations.

Because I think as you were watching Michael Sweetney two decades ago or Cleantey early a decade ago,

you probably had a really difficult time imagining what you witnessed not just last night,

but over the last few weeks. The New York Knicks have steamrolled their way to the NBA finals.

And while I can take my personal feelings and place it aside briefly for the diehard fans and for all the Nick fans, I do congratulate you because last night, Tiki, was surreal.

Oh, it was dominance.

And the Knicks have been that way every single closeout game of these playoffs.

They dominate you when they should be the less desperate team, which is telling about this team.

How do they do that, by the way? They're supposed to be calm and like, ah, we got this.

They have been the desperate team, bro, in every closeout game and really in every situation in which they didn't necessarily need to be desperate.

Yeah, absolutely right. I mean, not to steal a Robert Salahism, but they're all breaks.

I mean, all gas, no breaks.

Except they actually do it.

Right, they actually do it.

All gas, no breaks all the time, especially against teams that they feel inferior and that

will quit when you hit them in the mouth.

And we saw that against the 76ers where they swept them.

You saw it clearly in this Cleveland Cavaliers series where it felt like midway through games,

they were done.

They were tapping out.

They tapped out the Cavaliers.

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